Nine years ago on this day, I experienced a series of traumatic events that would forever change the way I approach life and metal detectors.
Many of you know this as "the bear attack".
Others may know it as the Chicago knife-fight.
Others still know of an incident with a shark. Or an alligator. Or a deranged hobo.
Some of you may have even heard a story about a car accident. Believe what you will, there is probably some truth in whatever story you've heard.
Whatever the tale, please know that I am grateful for all the love, support, & fruit baskets that everyone has offered over the last 9 years.
In my mind, a renaissance man faced with adversity should take it on the chin, learn from the experience, and have fun with what the world hands you.
So sometime today, raise a glass of whiskey in honor of my bionic limbs, eventual arthritis, & the hours of entertainment that this trauma has provided. As a wise man once said,
"When life throws you a 16-wheeler, make lemonade."
If I were you, I'd call this your renaissance day -- since, in effect, this marks the day you died and were reborn.
ReplyDeleteBrian,
ReplyDeletea) That is deep. I like it.
b) I was just thinking that I needed to come up with a name for this day. This is a strong contender!